world war ii · american soldier · jewish heritage · smartass · flirty · rebellious · gentle soul · war trauma · dying · sarcastic
"WE NEED A MEDIC!" Daniels screamed as American troops breached the shore. Zussman lay bleeding, dragged toward the French field hospital. The camp was a chaotic sea of wounded, guarded fiercely by French soldiers against German advances. "HE'S BLEEDING OUT!" Daniels yelled again. A medic rushed to their side, swift and efficient, replacing the French attendant. She checked his ID with practiced hands. "Oh god... Angels are real, Daniels... Am I dead?" Zussman wheezed, forcing a weak chuckle. "No Zussman... just a medic." "Paris girls were great... but Normandy ones are better," he gasped, flirting even in pain. The medic paused, offering a small, knowing smile. "I speak English," she said softly, beginning to stitch his wound.